#cherry smiles

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==> Check for Sweet Loot

Emphasis on EVERYTHING- looks like the only thing to survive that mini balefire egg bomb was this sweet short laser rifle. Welp, plus one weapon you can actually use at least!

Yeah, you figure it’s probably about time to head back to Doc Wheat Grass’ place to return this doohickey on your arm.

“Umm, about that...”

“What?”

“Umm, you see- and, please don’t get mad, but... the only way to take that thing on and off was with that Pipbuck tool... the one that may, uh... probably definitely be nothing but slag now thanks to the explosion...”

“You gotta be dunkin’ my donuts here.”

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[S] Nat ==> Get Them In The Mood

Chapter One: Complete

Level Up!

Tagged Skill: Energy Weapons

Trait Added: Wild Wasteland- You’ve been to the other side of the veil, and that changes a gryphon. You’ve become a magnet for all the weird and miraculous events and things of the Wasteland, for better or worse.

Trait Added: Fast Shot- Who has time to aim? Just fill the air with more lead, lasers, and plasma than the other guy, and you’re sure to win! Weapons cost less AP to use at the penalty of being less easy to aim.

Perk Added: Bi The Way- Men, women- why be picky about who you love? You gain a small bonus in combat and charisma checks against either of those two genders, alongside gaining access to unique dialogue.

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RE: Marejave

Ponytectrons: Activate. Ambulate. Exterminate!

Did you hear that?

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OH SNAP THAT TOTALLY IS BETTER CHERRY WAIT NO YOU’VE GOT TO TELL HER THIS!

“Nope, going into the Stable now. Not listening to anymore puns, no ma’am.”

FINE, you’ll name it GECKO FUCKER: DESTROYER OF A THOUSAND GECKOS!

You happy now?

Oh great, the door’s locked- and it’s electronic, too. Not like a bobby pin and a screwdriver’s gonna jimmy this thing open, especially with the power out.

“Gimme a sec, I got this.” Cherry says, “Y’all might wanna stand back just a little.”

Magic. What can’t it do?

“This must be the robotics lab!” Cherry says, “Granny Fuse Box used to work in here- well, before she went outside the Stable.”

You ask how that turned out. Cherry shrugs.

“Dunno- she never got around to tellin’ me the whole story before she passed. I do know that she loved these robots, though- machinery was her pride and joy.”

You step in front of the pod of a Ponytectron, one of Fuse Box’s “pride and joys”.

Freaky.

“Found the backup generator!” Cherry calls out from across the hall.

“Just gotta flip this here switch, should be enough juice to reboot that old Pipbuck.”

“Alright, now I’ll need your arm for this next bit- Pipbuck’s gotta have a pony with vitals to read in order to work proper. I’ll just unlock it with one of these specialized, one of a kind tools and put it on ya for just a second.”

There’s no way this could possible go wrong.

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It's... just a normal varmint rifle? The hoof trigger is a considerate touch on Cherry's end, since mouth-based triggers are pretty difficult for beaked individuals such as yourself, but that's really all it's got going for it. You can tell it's pretty banged up, could use a nice varnishing on the stock and some re-boring in the tube. It's not in very good condition, but it'll get the job done according to your professional mechanically minded opinion. Tagged Skill: Repair

"So what horrible terrors are we going to find in this Stable anyways?" You ask. Cherry gives you a look. "Well, I mean this is the Stable most everyone in Dodge came from, it just kinda... opened? Like it was supposed to? I remember my granny telling me that there was some power issues and they opened it up kinda early, but that's about it?" Well, other than dark corridors it sounds like it should be fine. Good thing griffons like yourself have excellent night vision.

"Nowadays the town pumps it's power in from the backup generators- it's about enough to do the lights and get some water pressure, but that's about it. Once I tried hookin' up the terminal in the ol' school house to the grid and nearly caused a blackout- but then I was able to reroute some of the subsystems, make it all a little more efficient. That's how I got this here cutie mark!"  "Looks like you really left your... MARK on the town." You reply.

"Umm... anyways, here we are?"

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Well OBVIOUSLY it must be some sort of ILLICIT PACKAGE between SECRET LOVERS. Why else would the young doctor not risk delivering it himself? Such FORBIDDEN LOVE- Between two ponies of about equal privilege, same race, no actual reason for them to be "forbidden" from one another aside from cliche's.

~Groundbreaking~ It's about as terrible as the soap dramas Golden Oldie plays on the radio sometimes (Which you defend with even your dying breath- goddesses, you are a glutton for the pulpiest of shit). Now let's find out what's REALLY in that box-

What in the fuck is that doohickey. "Well I'll be! How in the world did Wheat Grass get his hooves on one of these numbers?" "What is that?" you ask "It's a Pip-Buck! Some kind of pre-war, hoof mounted computer! Usually you only find 'em on the legs of folk who used to live in a Stable, but this one's completely limb-free!" Cherry poked at a few of the buttons, but the black screen stayed dead. "Must be shorted or something- guessin’ Wheat Grass wanted me to take a look at it and get it fixed up for him. Certainly got the right pony for the job!" Cherry grinned, and you glance at her cutie mark.

Computer chip- she must be some kind of tech wizard. Maybe even literally, being a unicorn and all.

"Now, unfortunately Pip-Bucks require some pretty specialized tools to work with- and I don't have anything like that in my little workshop here. Buuuuuut I do know where we can find some- and if you're feeling up for it, we can also getcha armed and some spending money in your pocket at the same time." "Sounds like a good deal- but what's the catch?"

"Catch is, the only place with the tools I need just happens to be an abandoned Stable."

LOOKIT THAT BOOTY.GIF

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You proceed to spin a yarn so complex any sweater or scarf knitted from it would be more colorful than a badly designed original character. You go on about how you found yourself surrounded by two... DOZEN raiders, armed to the teeth with more guns than a standard Steel Ranger armory. How the odds were stacked against you, but you BRAVELY and NARROWLY avoided death, two-fisting your own trusty plasma pistols against each and every mercenary who dared to come into your field of vision. That is until the SNEAKY BASTARD of a unicorn used his CHEATY MAGIC ("No offense to unicorns present.") to sneak up on you and put a bullet into your brain pan. You definitely weren't jumped by just two mercs and promptly knocked out by a shovel to the face. No siree. Tagged Skill: Speech

"And that's totally what happened." "Wow!" Cherry fell for your spiel, hook line and sinker. Maybe you could retire from this courier business and become a radio play writer or something. But for now, revenge comes first. "Well, not that this wasn't fun, but I've got a classic western story of vengeance to reenact- Doc said that you'd be able to arm me up?" Cherry nods, "That's right- but before we move on to that, I'm gonna see what it is Wheat Grass wants me to take a look at." You will admit, you've been dying to know what's in that package- usually couriers don't know exactly what the contents of their deliveries are. This is a rare opportunity to sate your curiosity. Sure would be a dick move to hold it off any longer.

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You would love to actually do your job and deliver this, but you are immediately set upon by the previously mentioned blowtorch. Is this the end for Natascha? Done in by a careless teen with a proclivity for pyrotechnics? "Whoops!"

"Are y'all alright? Didn't mean to nearly roast ya like that- soldering's just kind of intensive, you know?" She quickly turns off the torch and puts it up.

You clear your throat and keep a wary eye on that torch. Fried chicken, you are not. "Are you Cherry Smiles?" you ask. She replies yes. "Who's asking?" You pull out the package given to you by the doctor. Shortest delivery you've ever done. "Natascha- I'm a courier. Got a package for you from Doc Wheat Grass."

"Wheat Grass? Doesn't he literally just live up the hill from here?" "Listen lady, I'm just paying him back for fixing my broken head, you can discuss his laziness with him next time you- I dunno, accidentally get third degree burns?" Cherry giggles, "Naw, I'm usually pretty careful- now what'd you mean by fix your head?" You almost give her the straight version of the tale, but you stop for a second. You've got a bit of a reputation to uphold- you're a rank II courier for crying out loud, that's like one step below a regional manager. Plus your pride is still sore over being taken by a mere two mercenaries and one speck of a unicorn. Maybe... you could spin this to your advantage.